Back in the (very) early 2000’s, I read an interview with Kid Rock in Spin Magazine. He was talking about the success of his 1998 breakout album “Devil Without a Cause,” and how he’d approached writing the lyrics to that album with the mindset that he was already a multi-platinum megastar, even though he’d only enjoyed moderate regional/underground success up to that point.
Throughout the album–which is a great album–he brags about a fictional level of fame that he hasn’t yet achieved. I believed it. More importantly, though, he believed it, and he rode the massive success of singles like “Cowboy” and “Only God Knows Why” to the top of the charts. You know those songs, and if you say you don’t, you’re a liar and the truth is not in you.
Point is, “fake it ’til you make it” worked wonders for Kid Rock. He possessed both the drive and confidence to make those lyrics come true. I’m not a fan of any of his post DWAC work, but I won’t hate on it. He’s earned every bit of the success he still enjoys.
I believe in my writing the way Kid Rock believed in his music. The hunger in every single track on that album is palpable. I’m not a great writer–I’m the best writer. Only a handful of people would agree with that statement, but that’s because those who wouldn’t haven’t read me yet. I’m going to do everything in my power to beat the odds and be who I was born to be. I’ll seize any opportunity for exposure and milk it dry, and I’ll run over anyone who stands in my way. They say writing’s not a competition.
Heh. Their mistake. Make way, ’cause here I come.